1330 4 4
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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133000
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It is easy to look out on the Bowery and say, "There are the bums." Encountering one, however, even one who asks to "bum a quarter" or tells you he's "on the bum" the word "bum" slips away in one's mind...
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133011
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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133011
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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1330159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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133011
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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13301910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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133011
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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1329105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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132954
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The cellar smelled like an aroused muskrat.
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132954
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I would advise the younger you to change your underpants, and not to let those boys do the talking for you.
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132921
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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1329125
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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1329139
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132990
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Sit right down in the chair. It's a glider, see? Smooth and easy movement without that annoying head-swing you get from a rocker. And easy to get out of, unlike a lounge chair. Relax. "Reba" reruns will be coming on in a minute.
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132900
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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132932
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Mother told me that I would go to the moon. But she did not tell me that on Diwali night, the moon hid himself on the other side of the sky.
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132953
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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132854
|
“We could dooble date,” he said.
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132862
|
Your brother is not really blind.
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1328106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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132844
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The last chick in the nest
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132878
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132832
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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132886
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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132842
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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13281310
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Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
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1328117
|
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132800
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He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields /
Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud/
Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped/
Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her/
scheduled breathing poses
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132865
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I found a diseased fish / wedged between some boulders near the pier
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